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azurelunatic) wrote2001-10-15 07:38 am
azurelunatic) wrote2001-10-15 07:38 am
Ants in my Panties
Apparently my cleaning efforts last night were all for naught. I woke up to Nephew being noisy in the living room before leaving with Mommy for preschool and work. As I groggily moved myself around in preparation to get dressed, I noticed a sharp stinging pain in my thumb. Ant bite, yep. I squashed the bugger and kept on getting dressed.
When I went to get my backpack I saw ants all over it. Skreeked, panicked, dumped the thing out on my bed. All over everything, the research paper reference books, everything. Packed what I needed back in, grabbed the bottle of benadryl pills, head to school. Fume at Darkside for a while. ("What's the matter, Lunatic? Ants in your panties?" "Let me hug you and share the joy.") I think the crisis is over -- no. Ants fall off my shirt to the table. I smash them. Backpack is still infested.
I itch like hell. Darkside has been laughing at me all morning. I flipped him off, he said, "No thank you," and I punched him. I usually don't punch hard. Today I wasn't punching hard either, but I was pissed, and I guess I startled him. His chair skidded away a few feet when I connected solidly with his ribs.
The last time someone's punched him that hard was sometime back in his school years when someone was trying to beat the shit out of him.
Darkside shared with me the story of how he was about Nephew's size and stood on an anthill... he had ants in his pants, his shirt, his socks, anywhere an ant could be, it was.... I laughed at him, a little, and smashed more ants on my backpack.
When I went to get my backpack I saw ants all over it. Skreeked, panicked, dumped the thing out on my bed. All over everything, the research paper reference books, everything. Packed what I needed back in, grabbed the bottle of benadryl pills, head to school. Fume at Darkside for a while. ("What's the matter, Lunatic? Ants in your panties?" "Let me hug you and share the joy.") I think the crisis is over -- no. Ants fall off my shirt to the table. I smash them. Backpack is still infested.
I itch like hell. Darkside has been laughing at me all morning. I flipped him off, he said, "No thank you," and I punched him. I usually don't punch hard. Today I wasn't punching hard either, but I was pissed, and I guess I startled him. His chair skidded away a few feet when I connected solidly with his ribs.
The last time someone's punched him that hard was sometime back in his school years when someone was trying to beat the shit out of him.
Darkside shared with me the story of how he was about Nephew's size and stood on an anthill... he had ants in his pants, his shirt, his socks, anywhere an ant could be, it was.... I laughed at him, a little, and smashed more ants on my backpack.